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YummyBiscuits ✝ High ✝ Clark ✝
________________✝________________  In the past month, High had let things slip from his mind. Even with all of the news reports on his new whore, High hadn't stopped doing shows, going around with women, or stopped any of his malign activity. HE even went along and convinced the group to release one of their songs early, making a hit single. The lyrics were wonderful. High couldn't help but smile at the success.
Tonight, he moaned words into the microphone, while his bandmates worked the music around him. He weaved words into Melody, the sound of his rasping voice making the fans yell. The crowd was nicely sized for a secret concert, another success in High's mind. " Promise me... I'll be made... God! " He screamed, seething emotionally packed words to the song. The crowd went wild, as the song ended. The band left a few hours later, and went back to the usual pad.
High had let the journalism slide off of him as if he were made of cellophane. His slippery ego wouldn't let some silly story harm him in the end, after all. As he reclined back on the large mattress, with bitches abound, High smiled again. HE slept.
IT was a few hours later that High woke to his phone going off, yet again. He didn't trust his phone at this point. Last time, Janet had landed his a** in some real irritation. His outburst had made her mad, made him mad, and made the band members all laugh giddily to themselves as if this was all a big joke. He grumbled in his throat as he extended an arm to grab the ringing phone. It was janet again, and High groaned loudly before putting the phone to his ear. " High... There's a problem. " She said, almost crying. HE groaned again as he got up.
IT was ten by his clock, as High was dropped off at the hospital. Why was he even here? Was it a publicity stunt? He wouldn't put that kind of thing past Janet. It was all making himself look good. But then... why did he actually feel a bit of worry? So what if Phoebe was in the hospital, with baby issues. Any other time, he would be happy the baby could freaking kick the bucket. If that sort of thing happened, it'd all be out of his hair. High sighed into his hand, as he rubbed sleep from his eyes.
He walked into the reception area, and the sterile smell of a hospital washed over him, making him instantly crinkle his nose in distaste. All hospitals smelled this way. Too-clean, lack of any other smell. It was a place of life and death. It should at least smell of pine-sol, or lavender air-fresheners. Anything but the sterile nothing. High looked over to Janet at his side. Real name Sarah Valentine, known by her managerial pen-name, Janet, in any other form. She was some hot s**t for a fourty plus year old. Her tits were still perky, and wrinkles had yet to dominate her features. It was nice. High let himself be led to the reception counter, where Janet started spouting out information. Once again, High almost regretted coming. He could be sleeping, instead of getting gawked at by sickly fans. One kid, bald from some sort of therapy, walked up to High on shaky legs. " Can I have your autograph? " The kid squeeked. IT was cute. High smiled, and pulled out a pen before writing his name all fancy-like on the kid's outstretched piece of paper. He even handed the kid a hankerchief that had been tied around his arm.
A few minutes later, High and Janet were in the elevator, heading up to Phoebe's floor, and then room. Janet chose this time to tell him what exactly had happened. In between ragged, worried breaths, she explained. " Alright High. I know you really don't care, but we both need you here. " We obviously refered to Phoebe. Why would she care? " Uhm... There's some sort of deficiency... It resulted in what's called a Spontaneous Abortion. Well, we stopped it in time. But Pheebs isn't out of the clear yet. The baby isn't either. They say they might be able to save it in the end. " Janet took a moment to wipe her eyes.
What was this feeling? Worry? High shook his head for a moment. Why would he worry about this b***h? It was her fault. But hearing what had happened made High widen his eyes in surprise. Why did he care? He asked himself this as the elevator doors opened up, and the two made their way across the floor, until they came to Pheeb's room. What would they find inside? |
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 12:00 pm
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★ ᎵᏂᎤҽᏏҽ ᏤᎺᏝҽᏁᎿᎥᏁҽ ★
"This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we put our love first
Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse
Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
This is what makes us girls
We all stick together 'cause we put our love first
Don't cry about him, don't cry about him
It's all gonna happen"
When the girl became conscious once more, the feeling of disorientation washed over her. Phoebe couldn’t remember anything that ensued after she found out that her child’s life was in jeopardy. She remembered panicking, so maybe she panicked too much? A panic attack? Who knows. The teen looked around the bland, white colored walls of the room she currently inhabited and knew instantaneously that it didn't belong to her. It made her even more anxious that before, but the last words she could recall being said to her was stay composed, who exactly gave them to her was quite foggy.
Phoebe fidgeted with the covers of the sheets, which covered her from her abdomen and below. Around her wrist was a hospital tag that they gave to patients, and whatnot, but she didn't bother herself with the details she already knew. The hospital bed was quite comfortable unlike those other cots that she has slept in before, for various reasons being as clumsy as she is. The smell made embedded itself in her nostrils, and left their signature trail of ethanol alcohol and sadness, it almost made her puke. The atmosphere, however, was a familiar story; it was serious and grave, as if the life had been sucked dry out of the denizens of the hospital, which is quite true. Hospitals symbolized a paradox. It is where life starts. It is where life ends. Phoebe didn't like the fact that her darling child was caught in the middle of the cycle.
As a human being, suffering hurt her to a degree, but she grew from past experiences like with High. Although, when the one in pain was the child, who she was growing attached to, was in danger, as a mother, she wanted to do anything she possibly can. No matter what she wanted her baby to live, this is the maternal response, and obviously her own response. What kind of mother wanted to be separated from the child that she cared and nurtured in her womb for nine months and suddenly feel herself detached when she delivers it? What kind? Who wouldn't feel their blood pressure rising? Who?
The teen sat up on the bed, propping her head on the pillows and looked down at her stomach, which now was showing the bump of pregnancy. Carefully, she placed her palm on it. A feeling of hope rushed over her, she could feel the presence of her baby, faint, but enduring. It wasn't like its mother who gave up on a situation as soon as it got hard. It was striving, which was beautiful in its own way. "We'll be alright. I promise." Phoebe crooned to her child. She knew her child was a fighter already, there's no way it'd be weak like mommy.
As if being summoned to look, Phoebe felt her eyes drawn to the door, where to sullen people entered her room: her aunt and with her the father of HER child.
It utterly surprised Phoebe that High would even be in this hospital, and to visit her too. She could feel her mouth agape, trying to say something but the words were refusing to escape her lips. The way that he looked at her from before, the intense embarrassment that he put her through, it made her self conscious, more so than usual. Phoebe could feel herself trying to protect her child from its own father. The bane of its mother's existence. The negative stimulus to both of their lives. Her hands immediately pulled up the covers further to cover her stomach from High's view.
Aunt Sarah was on the verge of tears nearing her niece. "Baby," She said, grabbing Phoebe and hugging her tightly. "I'm sorry, darling. I had to bring him." The woman said with a tone of remorse. A tear cascaded down her cheek, and she wiped it off as if nothing happened and cleared her throat. "Are you in pain?" Sarah asked, patting Phoebe's head like a little child. "Why is the nurse not in here? I wanted one stationed here!" She clicked her tongue in distaste. It was weird seeing her Aunt this rattled. Aunt Sarah didn't like physical interaction either, and hugging Phoebe was a feat in itself.
"It's fine." The teenager tried to reassure her Aunt. Phoebe didn't even know if it was fine. What was the condition of her child?
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 12:01 pm
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YummyBiscuits ✝ High ✝ Clark ✝
________________✝________________ High walked into the room, still side by side with Janet. The smell was starting to give him a headache, so the facial expression he wore wasn't the most beautiful he could have. On top of that, he saw the mother of his child laid out on a bed, pulling up a sheet to hide the growing lump her belly was becoming. His blue eyes went right for the bump that even a blanket couldn't hide. It was weird. His baby was in there.
Normally, High would completely ignore or avoid the woman he got pregnant. It happened only semi-often, maybe once in two years. Phoebe was the third woman to have this happen too. Why was he here though? Does he actually care? Was the prying look of High's eyes a sign of his ability to show emotion beyond lust?
High looked to Phoebe lying on the bed. It looked sad. From what he had heard from Janet, she had started spewing blood from her crotch like she had sneezed and gotten a bloody nose. Instead of from the nose, it was from the v****a. That was some crazy s**t for the girl to deal with. The thought of it even happening reviled High to the point of puking. But doing that now was unbecoming. High simply gave a small cough to loosen some phlegm in his lungs. It made a weird sound.
High walked over beside the bed, as Janet latched herself onto the poor, normal girl. There was a chair, so he excused himself and sat down on the clean steel and white sterile cloth. The entire hospital was so clean. For a rockstar like high,this was almost his bane. Nevertheless, he sat. When Janet and Phoebe were done their little get together, talking for a few minutes, High cleared his throat again. IT was loud, and meant to bring attention back to him. He liked it that way, everyone paying attention to him. Janet swiveled her head quickly to stare him down, with fire in her eyes. " What is it, High? " She said slowly, before turning her red-haired head back to pay attention to Phoebe, clucking and chirping over her like some demented mother hen. " I just wanna talk, ********. " High said, shaking his head nad letting out a large sigh.
High set his eyes on Phoebe. She looked small, fragile, weak. It was pitiful, and incredibly sad. He couldn't understand why she didn't just get an abortion, and leave this behind her. " So, How are you doing? " He asked casually. Janet's eyes turned to High again. He was actually asking how someone other than himself was doing? The pure idea and gall of that was astounding for someone like High.
The fact he did show the emotion of caring was a surprise even to High. He knew he was caring, but somehow, he wasn't stopping himself. High, or even a normal guy for that matter, would hide emotion. The weird machismo of men was rarely understood, but always seen. Hiding pain, love, caring, or even empathy, was the norm. High, of all people, was a perfect example. " I mean, you look fine, and obviously the baby is still there. " High offered a smirk, and reached across Janet to pat softly on Phoebe's stomach. He felt the curve of her baby bump, and the warmth of the growing child/ As he retracted his arm. High's eyes widened. Life, dude. |
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 12:03 pm
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★ ᎵᏂᎤҽᏏҽ ᏤᎺᏝҽᏁᎿᎥᏁҽ ★
"This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we put our love first
Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse
Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
This is what makes us girls
We all stick together 'cause we put our love first
Don't cry about him, don't cry about him
It's all gonna happen"
Phoebe couldn't help but feel coddled underneath her Aunt's display of affection, it seriously was not her thing. The only emotion that left the girl was confusion, although she understood her Sarah's worry; it was only natural, since she was the caregiver to the young girl and obviously did her job well, even with the lack of affection, the void which the woman filled with materialistic necessities that many other teenagers would only dream of obtaining. Sarah didn't know how to love, but she damn well tried her best to do so. Although Phoebe needed the support, her aunt shouldn't really be in this situation. It's usually the man and woman protagonists in the room alone wasn't it? It's always displayed like that in the movies. The romantic chick flicks?
The father and mother need some alone time: to settle things, to talk, and to see what happens in the future. Just like the movies. Hopefully.
When High touched her bulging stomach, it was as if the child revealed itself to its worried mother, unless it was her overactive imagination again. Phoebe couldn't help but look up at his face while he touched the growing baby bump. The look in his eyes could only be described as awestruck, as if he just realized that another human being lived inside the girl who he intended as a one night stand. The girl's eyes widened when High tried to give her words of encouragement, at least that's how she perceived it. The idea of him leaving his conceit for even one second, much less try to palliate the worry was astounding. Phoebe couldn't grasp High's seemingly changing thoughts. Was he serious?
"Aunt Sarah, can you leave High and I alone for a while?" The girl said in an almost whisper, giving her aunt a pleading look. Her aunt just sat beside her quietly taking in her niece's words. Sarah wasn't a very easy woman to sway due to her overbearing nature, but she knew Phoebe's capabilities as a woman, no matter how weak willed she was. The woman assessed the situation, gave a nod and stood up from the bed.
"If you insist." String Me Along's manager made her way out the hospital room.
"What are your motives?" Phoebe immediately asked High, upon her aunt's departure. The girl couldn't believe that this man who mocked her only a few weeks ago would change so quickly just because he found out that his baby mama was having troubles with the pregnancy. "You let my aunt drag you again?" Questions ran through her mind in a speedy fashion. A man like High was not one to quickly give in to a woman's insistence, unless a flash of flesh, preferably boobs were used. It seemed as if her aunt didn't do that...
"You said you wanted to talk." She opened the floor to an open forum now. High could speak his s**t now, but with no guarantee that she will listen to it. Phoebe has had enough trauma to last her a lifetime. There was also too much heartbreak already. Things just really were not going in her favor.
However cold the show Phoebe was putting up for High, a small glimmer of hope stayed in the back of her mind. She wanted her child to grow up with a father, and not some degrading rumors about its illegitimacy; her mother being a hooker and things of similar stories. She wanted her child happy and smiling. Was that too wrong?
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 12:04 pm
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YummyBiscuits ✝ High ✝ Clark ✝
________________✝________________ High leaned back in his chair when Pheebs asked Janet to leave. Holy s**t. It just got serious. He said he wanted to talk so that Janet wouldn't interrupt him with a b***h fit. The entire conversation he and janet had when she found out about Phoebe was mostly Janet yelling. IT wasn't even a conversation. Knowing Janet, she would blame the entire thing on him, and make HIM pay for the hospital bills. It was HIS child after all. High let out a long Sigh as Pheebs layed out the questions. He brought his hands up to rub his sleepy-red eyes.
High leaned back up, and set his elbows on his knees. " Yeah yeah, dragged along. What the ******** do you expect from Janet? " He said, his voice still raspy from his lack of sleep. He looked up at Phoebe. She still looked pathetic as s**t. All wrapped up in the hospital bed, wearing tht ugly paper gown. She looked tired as hell too.
High thought for a moment. What were his motives? Why did he agree to come? Janet didn't have to work very hard to get him along. He knew deep in his heart that it wasn't because he didn't want a fight. Was he actually a bit worried about Pheebs and his child?
" I really don't know why I came, alright? " He said with an exasperated tone pervading his voice. " I mean, I am a bit worried. And that's weird as hell. I don't really ever worry about people. Whatever though. " High shrugged slightly, before leaning back in the chair again. It was so weird. He was so confused, and it really showed on his face.
His lips pursed hard enough to turn the pink white. He didn't want to say more because of how confused he was. It was all so weird, and didn't really make sense to him.
High liftd one of his hands, and started rubbing the back of his neck. This was seriously so weird, and it was starting to stress him out. Singers and stress went hand in hand, but this was a different kind of stress entirely. Emotional stress, the kind High normally pushed off and ignored. It was complete and total bullshit. " This is bullshit, alright? I'm worried about you too, but it's weird. Ya' understand? " |
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 12:05 pm
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★ ᎵᏂᎤҽᏏҽ ᏤᎺᏝҽᏁᎿᎥᏁҽ ★
"This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we put our love first
Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse
Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
This is what makes us girls
We all stick together 'cause we put our love first
Don't cry about him, don't cry about him
It's all gonna happen"
As High stated his case, Phoebe's heart couldn't contain itself. The heartbeats grew louder and louder by the minute. High said he was worried about her? Her? Phoebe Valentine? The girl he scorned so much the past four, almost five, months? This was unbelievable. Preposterous. She was too excited to even keep herself calm, but she must. She must. It was needed. High didn't need to see how much joy his actual worry made her happy. A small smile made its way to her face, however, disappeared quickly.
Phoebe contained herself. Who knew what the singer spouted off? He was a man capable of a million lies. There was no way he could care for her so easily as finding his child in danger. If he could easily smooth talk women into his bed, then he could sway a pregnant woman to believe him with just whispers of sweet nothings. He was perfection, and it was highly unlikely that he would even associate with a homely girl such as herself. If she wasn't Aunt Sarah's niece, then he probably wouldn't have even looked at her twice.
But the confusion in his face was apparent now, even a blind man could see through the look in his eyes. He didn't know what to do. He was lost. Doubting himself, right? His visage struck her deeply, he seemed so vulnerable.
It is all a ruse. An illusion. He didn't care for her at all. Nope. Nada. He was just trying to save his own skin. Phoebe couldn't even make sense of his current actions. She was befuddled. Was this for real? This conceited man was telling her he cared for her and her child's well being?
"I don't believe you!" Phoebe exclaimed. Her eyes stared at him, trying to analyze him, but all she could get was that he was as confused as she was.
This was new to both of them. "Prove it." She commanded, but her voice wavered. There was no confidence in her at all. She couldn't even believe herself anymore, much less another person. Phoebe lost herself trying to avoid the rumors. The fact that she was questioning him now, even if he tried to convey his sincere feelings to her, just proved of her inability to believe.
This was all for the kid, right? Right.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 12:07 pm
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YummyBiscuits ✝ High ✝ Clark ✝
________________✝________________ High looked incredulously towards Phoebe. She had the gall, the attitude, to question him further? " I don't believe you! " She shouted. " Prove it. " She ordained. What the ******** was this? A relationship? No. He was worried, and he, as the father of this parasite, had a certain right to be. He was confused, worried, and he didn't know why.
" What the ******** woman! " He said, standing up. It was making his mad. High was a diva, to say the least. Being questioned, probed, anything like that, could set him off. When it was serious, like this, the idea was infuriating to a guy like High. It wasn't much of a surprise that he was like this. He was a singer of one of the hottest bands around! Singers were popular, and they didn't like being questioned. this girl, this normal little teenager, was ******** questioning him! " Why do you even care?! " High said, letting his voice rise in a crescendo. When he was angry, he tended to let his voice go out of whack. It was never good.
High grit his teeth, as he took in a breath. His icy blue eyes almost burned with an inner fury. " I mean cummon! He shouted. " Prove it? Prove it?! I'm ******** here! I could have told Janet to ******** off, I'm ********' sleeping. Did I? No. I got the ******** outta bed, and came over here to check you out. " High turned around, and paced around to another portion of the room. He turned around to look at Phoebe, lying prone on the bed. She still looked pathetic. Pathetic in the sterile sheets, on the sterile bed, in the sterile paper-gown, and breathing the sterile, tasteless air. It was sad, and infuriating at the same time. " that's proof enough for me, alright?! " High shrugged it's shoulders, and waved his arms out. " It makes me wanna - " He started to say, before the door was suddenly flung open.
In the doorway, stood Janet. Aunt Sarah. Whatever. Her face was pinched in worry. " I heard yelling all the way from the coffee room. What the hell is going on? " She said, before looking to High. Obviously, Phoebe has set off the diva in him, and now he was going on some rant. She sighed, before walking over to High. A gentle hand pushed him over to the chair, and began crooning sweet words into High's ear. She knew how to deal with this. Many a time had come when High had been set off, being the most popular member of his band. He didn't take much before yelling and punching came along. " Cummon kiddo, it's alright. " She said, rubbing his shoulder's gently.
High pushed Janet away slowly. HE was pissed, but he had calmed considerably. His eyes burned still, but it had abated for the most part. " I'm ********' pissed. I mean, Pheebs, What the hell do you want from me? Love? " He said, looking around Janet's a**. |
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 12:12 pm
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★ ᎵᏂᎤҽᏏҽ ᏤᎺᏝҽᏁᎿᎥᏁҽ ★
"This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we put our love first
Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse
Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
This is what makes us girls
We all stick together 'cause we put our love first
Don't cry about him, don't cry about him
It's all gonna happen"
High Clark returned into the man he used to be. A man filled with conceit and discontent of the ordinary. He didn't want her. He certainly didn't need her, Phoebe knew this fact. High was beautiful. Everything about him was, from his blonde hair down to his melancholic voice. He was what everyone wanted, who everyone dreamed of becoming. This man whose godly perfection and who spoke of his pain only through songs, shouldn't she feel thankful for having him worry about her? Even if it was only for a moment? The man whose beauty made the girl's own heart ache to be worthy of his presence, now more than ever. Didn't he know the suffering she already went through with all the remarks made about her? If only she was comely, pulchritudinous, or any of those synonymous words, then maybe she wouldn't have received so much negativity of the press.
Maybe it was her own pride that got in the way. The pride of a lonely teenager is not something that can be dealt with easily. Phoebe didn't even know she possessed pride, since her confidence was way to broken to contain such a strong ego. Just then, the truth dawned on the teen. What was she doing?
Phoebe was pushing the man whom she adored, whom men and women adore, and making him question himself. Why? For what purpose? It was all her fault. Why was she torturing the man who was making such an effort to try and support her? Why? Did she enjoy watching him grovel? Was she a sadist? He was already standing in front of her. The man who she loved, her first love and probably her last... It was a sad thought. This wasn't her. This wasn't Phoebe. What happened to the shy wallflower? Was she really lost in the expanse of her own weak will? The limelight and contumely turned her into a girl who would rather harm herself and injure her own child just for attention. No, that wasn't her! Phoebe was a wallflower, yes, but never a victim.
She wasn't a victim. She wasn't a victim. So why was she taking a role of one? Although lacking in motivation, Phoebe didn't like to appeal to people by showing her human frailty to others. The infamy of her name has gone to her head. Both she and High were victims of their own version of fame. They were trapped.
The two needed to reconcile. They didn't have to fight. No. There was no need to egg him on. Phoebe couldn't help but tear up at her own silent revelation. High was suffering too. She could tell. They were both confused and they were both in pain.
She stood from her bed and wobbled towards her aunt and the father of her child. Never did she notice how much her own weight was affected by the pregnancy. The weight which carried a different human being within her. The gradually growing child. It felt awkward to try and make her way to him, but she had to. Phoebe knew her own faults, and obviously, like any other human being, they were the bane of her existence. Her fault to distrust anyone who questioned her own justice was the bane of her existence. High wouldn't get it, or maybe he would. He is just as guilty as she is. Both of them were troubled young people. The fact wasn't completely wayward.
As much as her aunt would hate for the girl to admit it, Phoebe was absolutely smitten with this man. Not even the many times she cursed his name, and buried her feelings deep within herself, they always resurfaced. There was no need to push him back anymore. No reason to.
"High..." Phoebe whispered, standing in front of him in her hospital gown of mint green. "I'm sorry..." The girl wrapped her arms around him and held him close to her. His head was positioned right against her protruding belly. whether it was of pure coincidence or not that the chair was quite low to the ground, his head rested against her pregnant figure. "I'm sorry..." Phoebe repeated, tears streaming down her eyes.
The action wasn't only for High, but more for herself and the child. She couldn't keep pointing a finger on the man who she herself didn't try to understand. He was suffering just as much pain as she was. They weren't too different. Phoebe knows her unrequited love won't be returned, but at least now, he truly will know she's not antagonizing him.
Girls do crazy things for love.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 12:16 pm
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YummyBiscuits ✝ High ✝ Clark ✝
________________✝________________ High cocked an eyebrow as Phoebe stood up. She stepped awkwardly, with the baby affecting how she walked. With the plastic gown on her small frame, she looked even more pathetic. High thought about the pathetic-ness of it, for a brief moment. She had to deal with so much, being his baby-momma. The fame he experienced every day, and at one time, felt the full weight of, caused the poor thing so much damage. He knew what she felt. The spotlight on you, as suddenly everyone wants a piece of you. A few words there, a charming smile here. The glitz and glamour was an ugly thing. It changed people, just like it changed High.
Imagine a cute Highschool kid. The girls like him, some of the different boys liked him. You could call him popular, even. He wasn't anywhere used to the craziness of the music world. It was benign, foreign, nothing he had even seen before. What happens when this kid suddenly has the world clamoring for more? Humpty ******** Dumpty. He's never the same, never that cute little guy again.
High reflected for a moment, and his lip curled in a sneer. He felt sorry for PHoebe. Sorry for the cute girl she once was. It was dead now.
High pulled in the breath to speak. The words formed on the tip of his tongue. He remembered it. The pain. The anguish. ********, he was actually sorry. Something stopped him though. something forced High's mouth to clamp shut, and stop those apologetic words in their tracks. High couldn't apologize. He couldn't say it. It was hard for him to even feel this. He couldn't ******** say it. There was something truly wrong with this man.
It was the spotlight.
High felt his head pulled against the girl's belly. The smell of the gown was overpowering in it's sterility, in the lack of smell. There was a warmth though. A warmth emanating from the protruding belly. The baby in her belly was already making it's own heat. Not just any baby though. Of all the babies in bitches bellies, it was High's baby. The thought astounded him. Even with how much he had thought about it, the pure idea of having a baby was astounding. His baby. His ravishing lovemaking had beget this child, and soon, it would be out and about. It's own person, breathing the air he breathed, and drinking the water he drank. The child could be anything, do anything it wanted. The possibility was endless, and the gravity hit High Clark like a hammer to the chest.
Tentatively, High raised a hand to touch Phoebe's belly, while Janet looked on in astonishment. She couldn't believe it! Her niece, was the object of affection that High ******** Clark of all people desired. One of the only people living who had felt the course of his affection. She was feeling it now, as High's palm clasped across Phoebe's belly.
High looked up to the girl, as her voice broke." I'm Sorry. " She whispered, and high felt tears slap down onto his face. they were wet, salty, bitter. The tears of a girl sent on her wayward path. Still pathetic. High felt a tug in his chest, a tightening of his throat. A lump formed in his bowels, and High's eyes screwed slightly. The icy blue orbs looked to Phoebe's, searching through the tears and the sadness. " Phoebe. " He managed to choke out. High looked down to the floor, and felt her belly quake with sobs. He almost let loose. Almost. Above all,High heard a beat. A single beat, of a small, tiny heart.
High stood up suddenly, slinging Phoebe's arms off of himself. It was to much for a man who didn't accept emotion. For a man who didn't even acknowledge it. High looked at Janet, giving her a passing glance. He stalked off, and opened the door. He was gone, gone, gone, walking down the hallway. Now, it seemed so much longer. Before, it had been short and sweet. Now, high had to savour each breath of sterile air he breathed in as he took his long steps down the hallway. It was way to much.
As High got into the car, just like he did when he arrived, words entered his head. Lyrical words. Words for a new song. " She looked to him with tears a'cryin', while all he wanted to do was be a flyin'. It's all a ********'- Game. " High closed his eyes as the car door slammed. It was way to much. |
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 6:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 6:53 pm
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★ ᎵᏂᎤҽᏏҽ ᏤᎺᏝҽᏁᎿᎥᏁҽ ★
"This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we put our love first
Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse
Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
This is what makes us girls
We all stick together 'cause we put our love first
Don't cry about him, don't cry about him
It's all gonna happen"
About nine months has passed since Phoebe discovered her unexpected pregnancy with one of the most famous men alive. About nine months of drama. Nine months of contumely. Nine months of stress for the young mother. Nine months to get a grasp on who she really is; as an person, as an adult, as a soon to be mother. The girl went through a metamorphosis of sizable proportion, quite literally with her conspicuous, pregnant stomach. Almost nine months she carried her child with ease, but now the physical strain of being its mother took a toll on her. Her protruding stomach was visible and couldn't be hidden by simply wearing oversized sweaters and the like. But, she wore it proud. It was her bond with High Clark, whose stardom gradually decreased at the course of their dating stage.
After the unexpected turn of events a few months back, both of the soon-to-be parents found the error of their ways at approaching their volatile relationship. While Phoebe dealt with her own emotions towards High Clark, the man worked towards trying to express his feelings to his "baby mama", as many referred to her as. They were happy days for Phoebe, not to mention quite awkward. They weren't very couple-like. It wasn't anything like the old cliche films portrayed, they didn't touch: no kissing, no holding hands, no hugs; however, there were occasional moments when High would reach out to touch the belly that encased their child.
The two simply kept their distance from each other. For Phoebe, her already growing emotional attachment to the man was unbearable enough. Any kind of physical contact would render her likely to swoon, to faint, to absolutely embarrass herself in front of him. For High, who knows what he thought. He was an unpredictable enigma of well hidden feelings. There was no way to read him properly unless he was singing his heart out on the microphone, in front of a crowd of countless listeners.
His songs changed. There was a new tone and quality to them. It was more realistic, more mature and the somber sound warped into a whole new sound, that not even a diehard String Me Along fan could put a finger to the proper adjective to describe the change. Either way, Phoebe was there. It was requested by High that she would be there, from then on. Along with the fact that the rockstar wasn't as horny as before. A weird progression to their awkward relationship. His fans still didn't like the fact that she was stealing their superstar, but what could they do? Nothing. High was a self concerned b*****d and whatever they said would mean nothing to him, other than compliments on his obvious outer appearance.
Today, Phoebe would be going on a date with High, but this one was special. It was one of their many dates spread out to whenever High could go, Aunt Sarah didn't even have to make the man do anything anymore; however, this was Phoebe's late birthday celebration. She was nineteen, and it was also the last month of her pregnancy. Now they could count the days towards the birth of the child, who was so long awaited.
The gender wasn't known to either parents, much to Aunt Sarah's dismay. The two came to a unanimous decision, they wanted to be surprised. Girl or boy, the parents would love it. It would be happy. They would be happy in their wayward family: Phoebe playing the conservative mom, her companion, High, playing the father every kid wanted, and their little baby, happy as can be, spoiled to death by equally doting parents.
Only a few hours ago, she stood in front of the hallway mirror, primping. "Is the car outside?" Phoebe asked her ecstatic Aunt, who was talking on the phone with her estranged parents. The teenager trying to fasten the buttons at the back of her fancy, black dress, especially made for pregnant women of course, but finding it hard to do, she dropped her cascading auburn hair to cover the unbuttoned area on her back. For once, the girl thought she looked glamorous: in a black dress paired with some decent sized heel, and her long hair flowing freely, which will probably get knotty by the end of the night. Either way, she believed she looked proper for their fancy dinner.
Now, she sat in front of High neither of them talked, they just basked in silence. It was more comfortable that way. Phoebe didn't want to say anything wrong and High didn't want to hurt her feelings. But, today, Phoebe was itching to talk for once. Not small talk either, or casual laughs and giggles. Aunt Sarah brought up the fact that High needed to get his s**t straight before the kid was born. Thoughts of marriage were even brought up by the tedious woman, which Pheebs waved off. There was no way that High would marry her, and no way was she good enough for a man like him.
"So, I went to the Doctor's the other day," Phoebe started, and shifted herself in her seat. Suddenly, the girl heard a slight pop, followed by a gush wetness in between her legs. "High, I think my water just broke." She tried to state calmly, while feeling the constant leaking of effluence from her vaginal area.
If this is how it felt like, then she was surely feeling her water breaking. Holy ******** s**t.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 6:55 pm
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YummyBiscuits ✝ High ✝ Clark ✝
________________✝________________ There was a definite change to the man. In the months past, things had changed to the extreme. More than his emotion had changed. That itself was a pure wonder, even to High. The change from a lack of caring to a sudden full blown adoration. He didn't fully understand it. Why would he suddenly care? His and Phoebe's relationship took a wild change. He remembered the days in which he cursed her name for the bad publicity. Now, he almost smiled when her name so much as came to mind. High did his damn best too. He tried to seem like a wonderful guy. Of course, he wasn't. He took the girl on dates, and tried to make her happy. With the way he doted on her, spent money on her, he was almost positive she was beginning to feel good about the situation. High had to be sure not to ruin it. A single misstep could ruin this new show of emotion. The formerly veiled and hidden wellspring of feeling was now beginning to show true color. High didn't want to hurt either of them. This meant he didn't so much as wrap a comforting arm around the woman when she hit one of the pregnancy inspired mood swings.
High's music was one of the greatest changes. All singers, all songwriters, what have you, turned their emotion, their hidden and real feeling, into song. It made for some interesting s**t. High's former emotion had been the disposed king, the broken lover, the man on death's door. He sung his heart out, screaming to the heavens about the pain he kept hidden. Most of the public took the idea that he was just tying to make music. It couldn't really be further from the truth. Now, the screaming vocals, deep undertones filled with an empty sort of bass, the grating guitar, they were all replaced with something with an essence. A deeper feeling, slower beats. The somberness created a sober feeling that the fans were not prepared for. They were the type who experienced the feelings High screamed about. " Cry me a river, as you turn to bloody bathwater! " That was replaced with something real. Beautiful even. " Her tears stained my shoulder, as I forced mine down my throat. " The fans, unprepared for the change, almost left String Me Along all together. Most fans were gone. New ones came out, others stayed, enjoying the change, and off all things, High's gorgeous voice. It was such a change, that the record was threatening to drop them from the label.
High looked across the table to the girl. He once thought her homely, normal, nothing he would be interested in beyond a hump and dump. Now, each thing about her was perfect. The gentle curve of her cheeks, the normal brown curls, it was all beautiful now. The dress she wore was gorgeous, and it showed off with wonderful contour the belly that held their baby. The little thing. They didn't know the gender, they wanted a surprise. That was pretty much how High naturally lived his life. Phoebe just went along with the flow of the child.
High gently brought a cup to his mouth. Yet another change. Instead of the cool bit of alcohol, High felt a bubbly tang of a carbonated soda. He had been cutting this sort of thing out. No more drugs, no more alcohol. The only thing he kept up on his own was smoking. He needed the nicotine. High's ears perked. Phoebe mentioned the Doctor. It could be good or bad. They had already had a small scare, but nothing else. this could be great. " Yeah babe? What'd he say? " High heard a gush of liquid. At first, he guessed someone had spilled a drink. He checked himself to b sure it wasn't him. Then, he felt a wetness cover his shoes. Oh snap. " You're... water... ? " High flew into a panic. It was time. The child was going to be there soon. It was about to happen, it really was! A wave of panic and excitement was bringing him to a point of pure elation.
High knew the plan. His hand went for his pocket, and he dragged out his phone. He stood up as he dialed. His empty hand signaled the waiter nearest them. " Janet! You get your a** to the hospital! Baby is coming! " He near shouted into the phone, as the waiter came. " Had a bit of a mess. Baby is coming." He turned to go to Phoebe. He gently pulled on her shoulders, as their skin made contact. As she stood, High wrapped an arm around her waist. One of the first times his adoration, his caring, had enticed him into touching the woman. His hand reached into a back pocket, and pulled out a wad of bills. He delved into it, before pulling out one randomly. He didn't pay attention, before ushering Phoebe from the restaurant with due speed. The pain would be coming to her soon, and High didn't want her to have that without some sort of medication.
About an hour later, High and Phoebe were in the hospital. What was going to happen next? |
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 6:56 pm
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★ ᎵᏂᎤҽᏏҽ ᏤᎺᏝҽᏁᎿᎥᏁҽ ★
"This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we put our love first
Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse
Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
This is what makes us girls
We all stick together 'cause we put our love first
Don't cry about him, don't cry about him
It's all gonna happen"
How could Phoebe have been so dumb? What she believed were just normal cramps earlier today were actually contractions. What the flying ********?! Then, these cramps induced her water breaking. If contractions really just felt like period cramps, then she had them the whole day, and put it off her mind. god, she was seriously so retarded.
"BREATHE, PHOEBE!" Her aunt basically screamed in her ear. Sarah was in hysterics. The calm woman who cared for her was nervous as a mother should be when their kid has their first kid. Inception? It seemed it was she who needed to breathe. Phoebe was perfectly fine, other than the face that her lower half was hurting like a b***h; worse than a ******** period cramp. s**t, it was the fact that it was expelling another human from her small v****a, which was already somewhat dilated. Oh god. Can you imagine? A six-seven pound baby coming out of there? Oh god. Oh god.
"High." Phoebe searched for the platinum blonde hair in the crowd of coddling nurses, a midwife, and her Aunt. His beauty stood out, even with a pained expression on his pretty face. Why was he so perfect and she so meh?
A pain on her lower abdomen again. The girl's physiognomy twisted into a wince. The contractions were still spread out pretty far, but soon, maybe in a flourish of hours, they would get closer and more intense. dammit pregnancy. However, seeing her first kid would be totally worth the trouble. Phoebe could already feel her child's warmth and own fluttery heartbeat, even if it was still in her.
The teen couldn't even remember what time it was anymore. Hours flew past her with excruciating pain. Her contractions were now evenly spaced out in the time span of five minutes. It was seriously coming, this was it. A natural birth. Phoebe couldn't keep up with the slur of words the midwife was blabbering to the nurse, but one word did stand out in front of the others: "Push!, the woman said and repeated herself.
Phoebe pushed as best she could. The concept itself was quite simple: breathe and push, breath and push; however, the process is a difficult feat to get a good grasp on.
The grip that the girl had on High's poor hand made her feel bad. He wanted to be there, she wasn't going to hinder the man from the happiness watching his kid be brought into the world. That would be mean.
"I see the head!" Aunt Janet exclaimed, after what felt like an eternity. This gave Phoebe the motivation to persevere, and work harder. Her baby was almost out. Almost. She wanted to meet the person who she shared her body with for nine months, who gave her the motivation to live, who made her mature. The child had an entourage waiting for it; from estranged family, to curious fans, it was long awaited.
Phoebe took this time to look at High's ever god-like face, who was made even more beautiful, compared to her sweat drenched face, and tired expression. His perfection against her physical human flaws. What would their child look like? No, that didn't matter. It would still be loved no matter what.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 6:57 pm
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YummyBiscuits ✝ High ✝ Clark ✝
________________✝________________ High stood at the bedside. He was nervous, almost sad at this point. The pain Phoebe felt, he felt it himself. It was a deep ache in his chest, and it was hard to hold himself back. The man who locked his emotion within himself was experiencing the one moment where Emotion was needed. This was his pain. While Phoebe felt pain in her lower region, High felt his in his upper. In his heart.
He could really use a drink. Anything really. The numbing effects of alcohol would be perfect. High didn't want to show anything. The pain and anguish he felt from having ignored and put down the girl before his was peaking, right as their child was about to be born. HE couldn't handle this. High felt a wetness in his eyes. His songs talked about crying. Tears running down a person's cheeks, bitter and salty at the same time. But he had never felt that. Felt the bitter-sweet release of emotion. Never had he felt this, it was foreign.
high heard his name, and looked over to Phoebe laying on the bed. Her lips were pursed in pain, and he took the few steps closer to her. Gently, he laid his head down on her chest. " I'm here, Pheebs. " He whispered, before picking his head back up to kiss her gently on the forehead. High looked down to her. Sweat-stained, tired, pathetic. No, at this point, he couldn't call her pathetic. She was glowing with an inner beauty. At this moment, High thought she was more beautiful than any other woman in the world. all the whores he ********, all the bitches, all of them. They simply didn't compare. It only took having her vag ripped to shreds by a baby to prove that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
High looked down as Janet shouted. He saw a pretty wild sight. But, among it all, a single shining star. Something that the entire world wanted to see at this point. The fans, the speculators, all of them. High, among all, realized the beauty that had formed inside of the woman, and was blossoming right at this moment. He was so happy. This was so perfect. High felt his eyes swell. What was this? Tears suddenly spilled over his eyelids, and High gasped. Tears, bitter and salty tears. High bent down, and brought his lips to Phoebe's own. A kiss, after so long, a kiss. High's tears splashed on Phoebe's face, and he broke it after a moment, before looking down to the woman he held hands with. " Phoebe, You got this. Now push. "
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Moments later, High held a pair of scissors as crying was abound. Phoebe's tears, Janet's tears, his own tears. Clip. The sound was gorgeous. It separated the baby from Phoebe. Clipping the umbilical cord was a Father's duty, and High was more than happy to do it. It meant something to him, deep inside. This, this was amazing.
The doctors took the baby away to be cleaned, and High went back to his woman.He leaned against the bed, setting his hands against the weak grasp of Phoebe's palm. He brought her hand to his face, kissing it gently. The emotional outcry felt, good, actually. The man who had let a lack of Emotion become who he was no felt the full range. This was perfection, right here, right now. |
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 6:59 pm
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★ ᎵᏂᎤҽᏏҽ ᏤᎺᏝҽᏁᎿᎥᏁҽ ★
"This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we put our love first
Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse
Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
This is what makes us girls
We all stick together 'cause we put our love first
Don't cry about him, don't cry about him
It's all gonna happen"
Her long awaited child was out. It was weird. The girl felt an odd emptiness inside her. This was unreal. The echoing wails of the newly born infant, hurt it's mother's ears. Phoebe instinctively wanted to lull her baby, wanted to hold it to her chest, wanted to feel the comfort that it brought her in desperate times. Where was her baby?
The child was High's and hers. Their child. The two people with an incompatible, overly flawed relationship. Their child. Their beautiful baby made without the intention to. "High." Phoebe whispered, reaching out for the man's face. She offered a smile towards High, who sat beside her. He went through a metamorphosis. Earlier, he cried. The man, whose heart was made of stone, cried. The effluence from his eyes landed on her face and in the flourish of the moment, he kissed her as well. He never kissed her before; not even in the passion of love making did their lips touch. It surprised Phoebe when it happened. Who wouldn't have been surprised? Their relationship was literally changing for the better. They could even be a family now. One happy, little family.
"It's a boy!" Her aunt crooned at the crying infant. Aunt Sarah looked thoroughly exhausted, as if she was the one that went through a strenuous labor for a long period of time. Her aunt brought the baby to the ever awaiting parents, and gave it to its mother. The boy's cries gradually decreased into weak, whimpers and into nothing. His pink mouth opened as he let out a yawn. It was the cutest thing his mother had ever seen. He was the cutest thing his mother had ever seen. He was nothing like she thought he would be, he was better. He was perfection, just like his father.
"He's beautiful..." Phoebe looked down at the baby boy whose body fit into her arms perfectly. She released her grasp on High's hand to fully hold him. The new mother couldn't stop smiling. "We finally meet." Pheebs lifted her arms so that the baby was in closer proximity to her. Their eyes met and he moved his hand as if to acknowledge his mom. "Have you met your Daddy?" Phoebe crooned to the child, tilting him so he could get a look at High.
"What should we name you?" The girl asked the baby, who was much calmer in the arms of his mother than the nurses. He responded with another yawn, his eyes closing. The teenager looked to her rockstar companion, and gave a light giggle. "What should we name him, High?"
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